I had my suspicions that this mission was just a ruse. But I was also aware that stir-crazy was on the verge of morphing into just plain crazy and if he didn’t get some outdoor time I might be smothered in my sleep.
The general and I head out into the frozen tundra. We got visuals on some old tracks, but no active signs of life.
About a mile and a half into our mission we came across a suspicious looking ridge in the distance. “Hmm,” I say to the general, “there’s never been a ridge in this area. And there’s no snow on it.” He agrees that it’s odd.
We go into stealth mode to investigate. As we get close we realize we had stumbled upon an entire battalion of enemy troops! (And me still with no gak.)
I don’t know if they were tipped off by jingling dog tags, or a reflection off my spy cam but they suddenly split forces and beat a hasty retreat.
“It’s a trap!” I screamed to the general, “They’ve circled back around to flank us. Retreat, retreat!” We hauled ass back to the bunker, barely escaping with our lives.
I want to live in that wood-paneled room!
ReplyDeleteGreat pictures -- you're a woman of many talents.
ReplyDeleteBTW -- Bill gave me a thumbs-up on the fish fry. Tell J we'll see him there.
I am glad you came back from the mission safe.
ReplyDeleteAmericans in the 30s called them "gats" or gangster slang for guns... I love smoked goose breast....
ReplyDeleteGood job to the General! I was chased by a dang goose before. They are mean! I really enjoyed your "war" pictures! LOL
ReplyDeleteI took the new camera with me just to goof off, but when we came across all those geese I had to make a story out of it. Even living right next to a river I've never seen that many in one place.
ReplyDeleteEryl - I hate that paneling! But Captain Clueless said I can't tear it down to redo the room until I finish the last two projects I started...
Hi! I found you on the blog-o-sphere and thought your post was so cute :) Made me laugh.
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